Family 2007

The Accidental Multiculturalist Norwegian

Dog day afternoon.

Florida Grandmas are so darn much fun.

Sunday Go to Meeting

We split our time between the Assemblies of God in Fort Myers and First Baptist in Naples with no particular pre planned regularity or sense of fairness or equality. Our neighbor, Gordon, plays piano at First Baptist and he is an incredible pianist of the classical variety, one of the best I have ever seen. So it is always fun to hear him. There are a couple of huge Baptist churches down here whose services are almost Broadway productions and very entertaining.

Anyway, First Baptist is Chuck Colson's church, meaning he has attended there for 15 years. My impression is he does not speak at this church often if ever but he has a new book out (Bonnie bought 3) and I suppose they are helping him promote it. He is a good speaker. The theme was Christian ignorance and laziness, from what I could tell, which most of us can embrace either one or the other or both. There was plenty of guilt to go around and I took some home in a doggie bag for later.

Everglades City Sea Food Festival

Today we adventured to Everglades City and the Sea Food Fest/Redneck Convention. Miles of cars and loads people bent on eating. See anyone you know?
How about now?


Many kiosks with stuff we needed. When this guy rubbed the stick it made a loud bull frog noise and he kept time to the band in the background. I don't know if bull frogs answer or come to this sound and I don't know how to prepare frog legs so passed it up.


Found a pair of gloves for Gary but they weren't yellow, so knew he wouldn't ware them.






Not sure what to think.

Bonnie always has an eye out for mission outreach.

Liberal redneck representation.
Not something I would attend more than once each year but the people made it worth it.

Ever Changing Environment

Facsimile pic. for imaginatively challenged

Life is odd again in SWF. Bonnie is adding a few pounds because of the meds, she says. I assume eating has nothing what-so-ever to do with it. So she is culling her skinny wardrobe. Articles of clothing, like cancerous cells, are infecting every area of the house. Hard to tell if the malignancy is old articles leaving or new articles arriving. This is a slow process because she leaves early in the morning (usually starting the day with some alternative medical appointment or workout) then sometimes passes through around noonish to apprise me of her afternoon schedule. Karla and Moreen seem to have been saving up their activities for Bonnie's arrival. Never one to say no to social invitations, Bonnie claims to be "worn out" but there is little evidence of exhaustion.

I am quite content lounging at home alone, barricaded from intruders by clothing piles.

Cuttin' the Rug

I guess old people feel they missed out on life somehow and want to go out knowing they at least knew how to Rumba. Here are the dance studio locations in Bonita Springs. We live between B and C ... take your choice.

Florida = Chick Heaven

Bonnie's Downsizing Research

Fat but Happy

New Captain

New Friends

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner